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This is a story of tyranny in the name of protection, showing us a political oppressor and a familial one. While the British exercise control over the Egyptians in Cairo, Al-Sayyid Ahmad does the same over his wife and children behind the walls of their home overlooking Palace Walk. We come to understand Ahmad and his family, and learn what may be behind the desire to control and the impacts that control can have.
Mahfouz uses beautiful, poetic language to tell this story of parallels. He is a master of the simile—I’ve never seen anything like it!
Similes that bring a scene to life:
“When he heard his father’s voice calling him, it sounded like whips cracking.”
Lecherous similes:
“His eyes ran over her body as quickly and greedily as a mouse on a sack of rice looking for a place to get in.”
Some that are incredibly touching:
“An anxious heart is like a string that’s out of tune.”
And some that are disturbing:
“Lust surged inside him, the way a ravenously hungry man’s mouth waters when his nose smells meat being broiled for him.”
And this brings me to my one complaint about this book. Like many readers, I found the extreme and pervasive oppression of women disturbing.
“Which of them was the man and which the woman? There was nothing strange about a man casting out a pair of shoes, but shoes were not supposed to throw away their owner.”
And what really got to me was the way this treatment was justified by religion. Even lasciviousness and debauchery were intertwined with the repetition of religious precepts in a way I found repellent. Some stories put you inside a character’s depraved mind, but this one had multiple such characters, and there was a lot of focus on the depravity, which hampered my enjoyment of an otherwise gorgeous reading experience.
Still, there’s no denying Palace Walk is a masterpiece, and I may not be able to resist moving on to rest of the trilogy.
Mahfouz uses beautiful, poetic language to tell this story of parallels. He is a master of the simile—I’ve never seen anything like it!
Similes that bring a scene to life:
“When he heard his father’s voice calling him, it sounded like whips cracking.”
Lecherous similes:
“His eyes ran over her body as quickly and greedily as a mouse on a sack of rice looking for a place to get in.”
Some that are incredibly touching:
“An anxious heart is like a string that’s out of tune.”
And some that are disturbing:
“Lust surged inside him, the way a ravenously hungry man’s mouth waters when his nose smells meat being broiled for him.”
And this brings me to my one complaint about this book. Like many readers, I found the extreme and pervasive oppression of women disturbing.
“Which of them was the man and which the woman? There was nothing strange about a man casting out a pair of shoes, but shoes were not supposed to throw away their owner.”
And what really got to me was the way this treatment was justified by religion. Even lasciviousness and debauchery were intertwined with the repetition of religious precepts in a way I found repellent. Some stories put you inside a character’s depraved mind, but this one had multiple such characters, and there was a lot of focus on the depravity, which hampered my enjoyment of an otherwise gorgeous reading experience.
Still, there’s no denying Palace Walk is a masterpiece, and I may not be able to resist moving on to rest of the trilogy.